Itto X Thoma Novels & Stories

I just pray it isn't about me coz I'll die of shame with all the crowd around. " you're nothing but a dirty garbage to her, she is done with you mother fucker" ivan held Thomas collar as he said this. Thomas push Ivan and said " at least I have a taste of her and I have prove. what about you, have you even kissed her yet" said Thomas in a smug way, I was so disgusted with him as he said this. What prove is he talking about? Ivan gave him another punch in the face, which would definitely bruise.

They knew we couldn't last. "This is unnecessary." Thomas's voice echoed through the ravine. "I don't want to damage the merchandise. Surrender the woman and the child, and the rest of you can walk away." "Go to hell." "I've been there." Thomas smiled. "It's where I do my best work." He gestured. They came again.

Thomas's expression didn't change, but something deadly shifted in his posture. "I see." He walked back to his desk, picking up his phone. "That's unfortunate, James. I'd hoped we could handle this like gentlemen." "Thomas, wait" He held up a hand for silence as he dialed. "Vincent? Yes, it's Thomas Romano. I have some information about the Morrison family you might find interesting." My blood turned to ice. He was calling Vincent Torrino directly.

Thomas said, his fingers wrapping around the watch on his wrist. “Yeah, whatever you say,” Josh responded. Then a voice called out and broke the connection between the two of them. “Thomas, let’s go!” Cold, agonizing, and powerful. Jonathan. Of course it was Jonathan. “Gotta go, Josh,” Thomas said, looking right into Josh’s eyes. “Jonathan and I are going to the skateboard park. I’m helping him.” He winked at Josh. The crowd in the background acted like statues who shared information in each other’s ears.

“Thomas is coming, by the way.” Lisette's eyes almost pop out. She takes Eleonor's arm, ready to get out of there, but there's no time. Thomas walks into the locker room, still wearing his blue-black shorts, with a sloppy top showing off the tattoos on his arms. His hair is messy and there's sweat dripping down his slightly tanned skin. He's wearing a wide smile, showing his white-perfectly-aligned teeth. “I hope you enjoyed the fight…” Thomas says, rubbing his hands together.

“It itches! It itches badly!” Nell, who was eating, felt completely shocked. He was just dumbfounded as he stared at Willow. He chewed a piece of steak while he asked, “Oh, my goodness! Mr. Jones, what’s happening to you? Why are you lying on the ground?” Just as he was about to get up and help Willow, Thomas reached out to stop him. Thomas nonchalantly said, “You’re feeling itchy because it’s your karma for not being honest.” His words could have fooled the kids.

Hera's gaze landed on Thomas, who looked both amazed and a bit scruffy with his five o'clock shadow. "What’s going on here?" Hera asked, running her fingers along her own jaw to point out the beard he had grown since their last meeting. He reached up to scratch at it. "I usually let it grow when I’m not... traveling." It had a certain charm, but she quickly pushed that thought aside. "I guess some people dig that whole Brad Pitt vibe." "Who’s Brad Pitt?" Thomas replied, looking genuinely confused.

he mentioned, interrupting me, "I said drop the formalities, it's Thomas for now, when you become friends, it can be Tom or Tommy or anything that suits you.” I laughed as I nodded, but, all I wanted to do was to turn around and return the glare Conrad was giving me. I knew he was glaring at us, I could feel his stare all over me and as though Aiden had felt it too, he pulled me close and kept his hand on my waist. “So what brought you to Italy, Thomas?” I asked, trying very hard to keep myself from looking over my shoulder. “This,” Thomas spread out both hands and turned thirty degrees right and left, “all of this.”

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

Thomas smiled, placing an arm of either of the guys' shoulder, lifting himself up from there. I cocked my head, "But, what about..." "Dae-Hyun's different." Thomas then spoke flatly, pulling away and walking off to get his water bottle. "But they're friends with him." I spoke, pointing to the direction of the twins. I turned to them and saw guilty and uncomfortable expressions plastered on their faces.